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She grinned. It was so fun and sexy teasing him like this.
And she was in love with him.
She jolted and almost toppled a glass of orange juice. “Oops.” She caught it, taking some deep breaths.
“You okay?”
“Yep. You came through with croissants, so I’m a happy woman.” She knew she was talking too fast.
“Not to mention eight orgasms.”
Eight? Wow. “They weren’t bad. It’s all a bit hazy.”
He leaned closer. “Do I need to refresh your memory?” His hand slid up her thigh. She was wearing leggings, but she still felt his touch. She squeezed her legs together.
“Do you have stubble burn here?” He caressed her inner thigh.
“Why don’t you check?”
His dark eyes flared, and he started to shift, just as there was a knock at the door.
“Dammit.” He rose, adjusting the crotch of his cargo pants. He opened the door, and let Killian and Devyn in.
“You didn’t pick the lock,” he said.
“I thought we’d better not,” Devyn murmured with a grin.
“Morning.” Killian glanced at Jet. “Are you all right?”
She nodded.
Devyn looked at the table. “Ooh, croissants.” She picked up one, then looked at Jet. The redhead’s gaze narrowed, then she looked at Cain. A huge smile bloomed on her face.
Jet fought back a blush. There was no way her friend could know exactly what she and Cain had been doing.
“I see you two had a very good morning.” Devyn winked. “Enjoying…croissants.” She took a bite. “Damn, these are really good.”
“I went through Weber’s data,” Killian said. “Well done getting it off his computer.”
Jet felt a sudden flood of guilt. She’d barely given it any thought. She’d been too busy getting naked with Cain.
She cleared her throat, and pulled her tablet over. “I’ll take a closer look. Is there enough to bring him in?”
“I’ve talked with Interpol,” Killian said. “They’re putting the warrants together.”
“We’ve got to take him down soon, and get the drone data back.” Cain poured Jet a coffee, and handed it to her.
She smiled her thanks at him.
She sensed Killian watching them. God, she felt like a schoolgirl under the watchful eye of a strict dad. She sipped. Ah, caffeine.
Her tablet chimed and she looked at it. An alert had popped up and she frowned.
“Hex?” Killian prompted.
“Hold on.” She raced over to her laptop, and tapped the keyboard. “I bugged Weber’s phone line while we were there.”
Cain’s brows winged up. “When?”
